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so odd to go in at once. St. Ursula did not
know me. Mrs. Green looks old. They appeared
comfortable, and I advised them to remain quietly
where they are, and not to think of going to
England, as some advise them. Their convent
has been in ruins, but their property is restored
to them, and they will do very well if another
storm does not come.
I walked to Chaillot, looking at the views.
The Bonshommes church is pulled down, as well
as the statues at the Barridres.
Robert Dillon has married a rich widow, and
from having lost his hand was never molested.
Rochegude, absorbed in bibliomania, lives on his
pay as deputy.
After great delays and difficulties I have ob-
tained passports for Major Gall and his sister
and daughters, and he sets out to-morrow, taking
this packet. I assure you, notwithstanding all my
trouble and anxiety about it, I have had a treat
in rendering them so essential a service. Had he
been the most disagreeable of men, I still should
have rejoiced to serve the father of a family, and
restore him to his children.
Heavens! what a luxury it must be to be rich
and powerful, since the trifling mission I am sent
upon has already furnished me with many most